Juliana's Summer of Lost Innocence

He chuckled. "Okay, so you're telling me what, that your mom seduced you, that you two are closet lesbians?"

"It's not funny, Wendell. And we're not lesbians. Something happened, it just happened, and I'm not sure why."

He looked toward the couple in the Falcon, still engaged in heavy make-out. Then, facing Juliana, he said, "Your mom's a very sexy lady, persistent and controlling to boot. As you know, I speak from experience."

"But can you see me—oh crap," she cried after dripping chocolate on her blouse. Wiping it with a napkin, she said, "But can you see me licking my mom's pussy the way I'm licking this?"

"It does seem out of character," he said, keeping the same tone, insouciant and comedic.

She let out an exasperated sigh. "Come on, Wendell, I'm trying to be serious here."

He forced his face into serious mode. "Sorry. Can I see you licking your mom's pussy? No, not really." He paused. "Well, maybe. Anyway, tell me what happened."

He continued licking his cone while she told him, from the time Janet lifted her dress in the kitchen to their flagrante delicto in the bathroom. "You realize I've now got a raging hard-on," he said. "I mean, you must know that." She stared at the crotch of his khaki Bermuda shorts. "Go ahead, cop a feel."

She did. "So you have. I've heard that guys get turned on by that sort of thing."

"Women too. If they're lez."

"Which I'm not. Nor is my mom, at least I never thought so."

"Maybe it's a case of—what do they call it when things like this turn up later?"

"Latent homosexuality?"

"That's it."

She shook her head. "I don't think so. I mean, I'm still attracted to guys."

"Well, maybe you're bi-sexual. Look, who knows? I just know that my gonads are aching."

"And I'd guess you'd like me to do something about it."

"That would be grand. But not here, of course."

Juliana knew what he had in mind, and she wanted to pleasure him. She didn't tell him that she needed pleasuring herself. Just telling him the story, just picturing her mom on the toilet with her dress up and legs spread, her hot cunt flooded with juices from Juliana's tongue, made her crave more of the same. "Okay, let's finish our cones. Then we'll head over to Mantua."

Mantua Road, a well known lover's lane, cut through a wooded area devoid of street lights. On weekend nights you could see the cars rocking, the joke went. It was close to pitch black when Wendell pulled in and cut the engine. They climbed in back and started into it, hugging and kissing and rubbing each other's crotch. In minutes, Wendell's pants were down around his ankles. Juliana wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it to full staff. She started to bend over, then pulled back. "Wendell, I've got to be honest with you. The last time I tried this with a guy, I passed out cold."

"But not with your own mom?"

She shook her head. "I'm curious about that little incongruity myself. But then it's not the same thing, is it? The anatomy, I mean. Somehow it feels more natural to lick a woman's pussy than to put a guy's penis in my mouth. At least for me."

"Said like a true lesbian."

"I'm not a lesbian, damn it," she snapped, smacking his thigh.

"Hey, no offense," he said, throwing his hands up defensively. "But listen to what you just said. Anybody hearing that would think the same thing."

She exhaled and shook her head. "I said it feels more natural to perform oral sex on a woman than a guy. I didn't say anything about not wanting a guy performing oral sex on me or having his cock deep inside me. Not that I've ever experienced the latter. But..."

"But..."

"But, well, I kind of want to."

"With me I hope."

"Of course with you. Who else?" She began to stroke his cock. It had gone flaccid during their talk but now began to harden once again. "Did you bring protection?"

"Nada."

"Then we'll need to be extra careful. But you need to eat me first. Mom raved about your prowess in that department."

"Did she now? Well, I did get pretty good at it if I do say so myself."

"Okay, prove it, buster. Put your mouth where my pussy is."

He slipped off her blue panties, then instructed her to lean against the side and place her legs over his shoulders. "Not the most comfortable position, I realize," he said apologetically.

Wendell Perdofsky had come a long way from the shy virgin he was before Janet Wilcox broke him in. He was now a man of experience. Juliana gleaned that within seconds after he wedged himself between her pretty legs and went to work. "Ohmygod, Wendell, pretty good is right!" she cried out. Only one other guy had pleasured her like this but it paled in comparison to what Wendell was doing for her. Her clit became engorged under his deft touch, in and around her labia first, then over her clit. He sucked on it, licked it, even blew his hot breath on it, and it drove her mad. Her euphoric shrieks filled the tight confines of the car and spilled out the open windows into the humid night air.

His transition from mouth to cock was so seamless that she didn't notice until he began to enter her. Mindful of her virgin status, he proceeded with caution, probing her tight opening with just the tip. Concerned he might cause her pain, he went slow and deliberate. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay. Deeper, Wendell, deeper." He complied and pushed further, his rhythm careful and measured. "That's it, yes. Oh, that feels so good." Deeper he went, a millimeter at a time. "Yes, yes! Faster, Wendell, faster!"

"Okay, buckle your seat belt."

Juliana had told him a white lie. Wendell's initial thrusts had been painful. But now, over five minutes into it, pleasure ruled. Her well-lubricated pussy tempered the pressure of his hard cock thrusting against her tight vagina. She reached up to kiss him. "Where have you been all my life?"

"Just up the street, admiring the beautiful Juliana Wilcox from afar, because I was sure she'd never go out with me."

She chuckled. "Silly boy."

Through experience with Janet, Wendell developed good control. Where he once shot his load within minutes, he could now pace himself for close to an hour before releasing the big bang. He knew women usually took longer, and was determined to let Juliana come first. When he felt her legs shake, he knew she was near. And when her whole body shook, replete with telltale sound effects, he knew she was there. As in a game of chicken, driving toward a cliff, he stayed in as long as he dared, tempting fate.

She sat up and said, in mock despair, "How am I going to explain this to my mom?" Sperm covered her bare belly as well as parts of her blouse and skirt.

"When you get home, throw you clothes in the washer and jump in the shower right away. Anyway, I hope it was worth it."

"Are you kidding? It was more than worth it. You're an amazing lover, Wendell." She paused. "Yeah, I know, you're my first one. But I doubt it could get any better than that. With anyone."

"Thanks. Of course, I'd be remiss if I didn't give your mom much of the credit."

"She told me as much, told me that any fun I'd have with you is due to her, quote unquote, 'largesse'. Maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but the very mention of your name drives her crazy with desire."

"She hates me for breaking off our affair, for rejecting her offer."

"Offer?"

"She said I could have my cake and eat it too—date you without interference from her while carrying on with me at the same time."

"She never told me that."

"Not surprised."

Juliana lapsed into pensive thought for a half minute. Then: "So why didn't you take her up on it? Many guys would have."

"I can't divide my emotions that way. Plus, I wouldn't want to deceive you, sneak around. Would you want to share me with someone else, your mom of all people?"

"No, I guess not. At least not that way."

"Not that way?"

"Wendell, I'm beginning to think that underneath my straight-laced, studious façade lurks a pervert. Look, I already told you what happened in the bathroom. Now I'm picturing the three of us together doing all sorts of unspeakable things. I feel like a hypocrite, eating my mom's pussy, then telling her that her affair with you was out of line, then getting turned on from the idea of a three-way. I'm all screwed up, Wendell, just like the country, just like our politicians telling us we're in Vietnam, fighting for that country's right of self determination—or some such lofty bullshit—while we pulverize the land with our big bombs and napalm and fatten the coffers of corporations getting rich off government military contracts."

He shook his head. "Wow! That was a mouthful! From sex to politics in one breath. You're the only one I know who could do that. But back to the three-way idea. Could you really go through with it, could your mom?"

She laughed. "I don't know, maybe. Could you?"

"Sounds interesting. I'm getting hard just thinking about you and your mom doing each other. But then to form a ménage? Not sure if I could do that."

"Not sure if I could either. My mom, the queen of kink might go for it." "Can't hurt to ask."

"I don't know, we'll see. Meanwhile, I guess we should be heading back."

*******

As Janet Wilcox had suspected, it was turning out to be a long, hot summer in more ways than one. By late June, the acrimony between Nathan and herself had reached fever pitch, culminating in a separation. Nathan took an apartment a few miles away. Both retained lawyers and dug in for a messy, protracted fight. That left Janet and Juliana free to follow-up on their one-time incestuous encounter. No longer did they need to hide in the bathroom or muffle their voices. Such "opportunity" wasn't lost on Juliana. Filled with moral ambivalence, she had resisted her urges and most of her mom's overtures. The latter took the form of erotic teasing, Janet lifting her dress, sans panties, and rubbing her crotch, egging her on. But weeks after Nathan left, her discipline collapsed one night upon seeing Janet stark naked and spread-eagle on her bed, messaging her pussy with a newly-purchased vibrator. Juliana accused her mom of leaving the door open on purpose. "Guilty as charged," Janet said gleefully. Juliana repaired to her room to relieve herself. However, she didn't get very far. Minutes later, she gave in, surrendered to both her mom's calling and Juliana's own hot desires. After disrobing, she entered her mom's room. Janet let Juliana try her vibrator, then taught her the finer points of 69, something Juliana had never done.

Her relationship with Wendell was still an issue between herself and Janet. "See him but don't bring him in here," Janet had told her. That's when Juliana began to seriously consider approaching her about a possible three-way. If nothing else, she was curious how her mom would react. She was struggling to come to terms with her cryptic sexual proclivities. Maybe she was bi as Wendell had suggested. Or, as she told him, she was simply screwed up, perverted. Like mother, like daughter. The duchess of kink.

She was okay with the Juliana most people saw, the attractive, brainy college student with the shiny chestnut hair, sometimes styled like Kathy Garver's, other times left to hang down her back the way many young women her age wore it; the smooth, soft skin, now tanned from sun bathing; the sparkling green eyes; the lips, expressive and perfectly formed; and the nose, ideal size for her face with a slight "ski dip." She had her mom's legs, long and shapely, and breasts that were firm but small enough to warrant a boob job for women plagued by insecurity in that area. Juliana wasn't one of them. She knew she was pretty because that's what she'd been told her entire life. She also knew she was smart: dummies didn't go to Brandeis, then earn a 3.8 grade point average their freshman year.

She wasn't so okay with the other Juliana, the one engaged in kinky sex, doing 69 with her mom and fantasizing about three-ways with mom and boyfriend. She loathed this Juliana, and sometimes wondered what her college professors and students in her study group would think of this side of her, the dark underside they didn't know. The Juliana they knew had made National Honor Society and earned top grades in a competitive academic setting. The Juliana they knew possessed a strong social conscience, speaking out against poverty and environmental pollution, the exploitation of women and a war that, like most of them, declared was immoral. Disturbed as she'd been about her behavior, she couldn't help but laugh trying to picture their reactions if it ever leaked out. It would appall Morris Friedman, her rotund English professor, always praising her on her "perfect" essays. The diminutive Clara Kramer, who she had for French, who complimented her on her "authentic" accent, would cringe in horror. And Paul Landsman, her young, long-haired, Freudian-oriented psychology professor would no doubt insist she go into psychoanalysis.

In fact, she considered doing just that. And one hot July morning, at the breakfast table after finishing her cereal and lingering over coffee, she approached her mom with the idea. "I think we both need it," she said. "What we're doing is kind of sick, don't you think?" She said this while taking notice of her mom's c-cup sized boobs exposed under her short, blue silk robe, half open from her neck to navel.

"To you, maybe," Janet said. "To me, it's deviant at worst, incredibly exciting at best. Personally, I don't have a problem with it. But since you feel that way, I guess I shouldn't suggest what would arouse me even more."

"I'm afraid to ask," Juliana said, eyeing her mom warily.

Janet crossed her legs and smiled in that smug, sneaky way of hers. After a minute of silence, Juliana spoke up. "Okay, let's hear it."

"Well," Janet began, putting down her coffee and now looking eager and friendly, "you know I don't want Wendell in this house."

"Right."

"But, I could change my mind if he'd, with your consent, of course, if he'd be interested in indulging both of us together. Is ménage à trois in your vocabulary?"

Juliana turned and whispered under her breath. "I really am my mom's daughter."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, mom. Ménageà trois. In my vocabulary, yes, in my experience, no."

"I didn't think so. Well, I've never tried it either, honey bun, but I'd sure like to." "Guess you'd like me to give it the old college try again, huh?"

Janet doubled over in hysterics. "Guess I deserved that one," she said, banging the table.

After she calmed down, Janet pushed her chair forward so she could extend her foot up Juliana's skirt. Juliana didn't flinch. In fact, she spread her legs and closed her eyes when Janet began rubbing her toe along her daughter's inner thighs. "Mmm, that feels really good, mom."

"Then this should feel even better," Janet said, extending her foot far enough to where she could reach Juliana's crotch. Then, with her toe, she began to message Juliana's pussy through her panties. "Am I right?" Juliana nodded, thinking how incredibly erotic this was, and how it might be the first time anyone's made her come using their toe. "Want me to keep going?"

Juliana nodded again, spread her legs further and kept her eyes closed. She knew she'd be late for work, but at this point she didn't care. Her normal business before pleasure work ethic melted away as waves of excitement washed over her. She threw her head back and gripped the table, moaning softly. "Harder, mom, harder," she ordered.

"Harder it is," Janet said, and then slid to the edge of her seat and worked her toe up into the clit area.

Juliana messaged her breasts as Janet's footwork intensified. "Ohmygod, mom, my cunt's on fire! You're gonna make me come!"

"That's the idea, honey bun. Goes good with your Cheerios, huh?"

Less than a minute later, Janet completed her intended mission as Juliana shivered and released a long moan that reverberated off the white walls of the kitchen.

Juliana opened her eyes and shook her head. "See what you did? Now I'll have to change my panties."

"I'll write you a note for your boss, telling him you overslept," Janet said, chuckling. "Or, I could write what REALLY happened."

"Knowing my boss, he'd probably get off on it." After changing, she came back into the kitchen and said, "I'll see what Wendell has to say about this ménage thing."

"Can I assume that you're totally on board with this then?"

Juliana, facing the back door, turned around to see Janet sitting with her beautiful, sexy legs crossed and her robe pulled up short enough to reveal she wasn't wearing panties. Had this been her day off, she might have done more than just stare. But, being late already, she needed to get going to her summer retail job. "Maybe, we'll see," she said before heading out.

Juliana was less than TOTALLY on board with Janet's idea, an idea that Juliana herself had harbored even before her mom proposed it. The ambivalence that had plagued her since their first incestuous encounter became even more pronounced. Wendell, though skittish, was game. "Be daring," he told her. "What's to be afraid of? At this point we've all had sex with each other, just not at the same time." She couldn't argue. Still, that didn't ameliorate the inner turmoil that came from struggling with her moral dilemmas. To ménage or not to ménage—that was the question.

On late Sunday morning, a week later, she still hadn't decided, when Janet came into her room wearing a black and red laced teddy. "How do I look?" She twirled and pranced like a fashion model.

Juliana, stretched out on her bed in t-shirt and panties, put her book down. "Sexy as usual, mom. Is that for my benefit or are you expecting someone?"

"Yes and yes. Wendell will be here in a few minutes."

"What?!"

"Look, I called him a few days ago about the ménage thing, and he told me that you were still on the fence about it. So, I figured it would never happen unless I took the initiative. We wanted to surprise you."

Juliana huffed and shook her head. "Mom, I'm not ready for anything like that. Not now, maybe not ever. You shouldn't have done that."

"Come on, sweetie, we'll have a blast. I even bought you a matching outfit." She disappeared for a few seconds and then re-entered Juliana's room with a box. "Here, try it on."

"Mom, listen to me. I—ˮ She stopped upon hearing the doorbell.

"Too late now, baby. Our company's here."

Janet left the room while Juliana stayed put and sulked. She felt betrayed by both of them, especially Wendell. He knew how ambivalent she felt. It wasn't his decision to make. She cursed herself for even bringing it up. She should have kept her mouth shut, kept it a fantasy until or unless she was ready to act.

She glared at Wendell when he came to her door with her mom in tow. "Thanks for consulting me first, you bastard."

Wendell, dressed in long blue work-out pants and a tank top, raised his hands as if clueless. "Hey, I thought you wanted this. Sure, I knew you were hesitant. But I figured you'd be gung-ho once we got together."

"At least try this on," Janet pleaded. "You just might change your mind once you wrap this silk around your lovely body."

She shook her head no. "I don't think so, mom," she scowled. "Three's a crowd today. If you two want to make it, be by guest. Now close my door and leave me alone." Janet shrugged and complied.

Juliana returned to her book, William Manchester's "The Death of a President." Like the rest of the nation, she still grieved over JFK's tragic demise. RFK's recent assassination opened the wound that had never fully healed. This was beyond absurd, she thought, reading a serious book about what was perhaps the defining event of the decade while her mom and boyfriend got it on in the next room. She tried to stay focused on the book, tried to shut out the noises she was beginning to hear. She could go downstairs or leave the house altogether, jump in her car and drive to the park to read. Or, she could join in, because she couldn't deny the raw, carnal part of her that wanted to. The least she could do is try on that teddy, still lying in a box on her bed.